*Joey chin* How YOU doin'?
So, I got hit on at the grocery store. Kind of.
Now, my husband thinks I'm pretty cute, but as I am 34 and usually have one or more little boys trailing after me, I don't get hit on as much as I used to. Anyway, I digress.
I had been to Wal-Mart. It's always enough to put me in a lousy mood, but I spent over $250, and it took an hour and a half, and they didn't have good steaks, so I had to go to the much nicer, and consequently, much more expensive grocery store across the street. I'm standing at the meat counter, waiting on the butcher, and there is this gorgeous, built, well-dressed man (okay, boy) standing there as well. Aaron (5) has gone to look at the lobster tank, and will be amused with that until we leave. I appreciate a well built guy; I'm not in the market, but He was strawberry blonde and tan, which is a fun combination in my eyes, and so I looked a couple of times. You would have, too. I place my order with the butcher. Four ribeye steaks.
Guy. Wow. Can I come to your house for dinner?
Me. *giggles* (I know. I couldn't help it.)
Guy. How've you been?
Me. I'm well. How are you? (At this point I'm amused. I most certainly don't know this man)
Guy. Good. Getting ready for Cinco de Mayo.
Me. Going to a party?
Guy. After the game, yeah.
Me. (at this point I'm very confused, it's as if this person thinks I know the ins and outs of his life, and although 10 years ago I might have considered it, I'm happily married, blah, blah.) *Confused look*
Guy. You don't recognize me, do you?
Me. *bites lip, panics* Erm....
Guy. That's okay. Imagine a foot shorter, maybe seventy-five pounds less, and sitting in the auditorium at Randall High School.
Me. (Carrie's mouth drops open unbecomingly) Oh, my goodness.
He was a FORMER STUDENT. He played college football, evidently, and got very muscular, and now he plays for the pro team (indoor football?) In my town. We chatted for a few minutes, and he admitted he didn't know who I was, either, til I spoke to the butcher. I evidently have a distinctive voice. And I've lost the seventy-five pounds that he gained. I'm pretty sure I was pregnant when I had him in class. Anyway, he hugged me, told me I looked great, played with my son for a minute, told me I should come to the games, and left.
I am officially a dirty old woman. I was checking out a little boy! Yeah, he's 24 NOW, but he was seventeen when I knew him. *sigh* I'm old.
Going to the cabin with friends this weekend... should be all kinds of fun. Everyone have a great weekend!
Now, my husband thinks I'm pretty cute, but as I am 34 and usually have one or more little boys trailing after me, I don't get hit on as much as I used to. Anyway, I digress.
I had been to Wal-Mart. It's always enough to put me in a lousy mood, but I spent over $250, and it took an hour and a half, and they didn't have good steaks, so I had to go to the much nicer, and consequently, much more expensive grocery store across the street. I'm standing at the meat counter, waiting on the butcher, and there is this gorgeous, built, well-dressed man (okay, boy) standing there as well. Aaron (5) has gone to look at the lobster tank, and will be amused with that until we leave. I appreciate a well built guy; I'm not in the market, but He was strawberry blonde and tan, which is a fun combination in my eyes, and so I looked a couple of times. You would have, too. I place my order with the butcher. Four ribeye steaks.
Guy. Wow. Can I come to your house for dinner?
Me. *giggles* (I know. I couldn't help it.)
Guy. How've you been?
Me. I'm well. How are you? (At this point I'm amused. I most certainly don't know this man)
Guy. Good. Getting ready for Cinco de Mayo.
Me. Going to a party?
Guy. After the game, yeah.
Me. (at this point I'm very confused, it's as if this person thinks I know the ins and outs of his life, and although 10 years ago I might have considered it, I'm happily married, blah, blah.) *Confused look*
Guy. You don't recognize me, do you?
Me. *bites lip, panics* Erm....
Guy. That's okay. Imagine a foot shorter, maybe seventy-five pounds less, and sitting in the auditorium at Randall High School.
Me. (Carrie's mouth drops open unbecomingly) Oh, my goodness.
He was a FORMER STUDENT. He played college football, evidently, and got very muscular, and now he plays for the pro team (indoor football?) In my town. We chatted for a few minutes, and he admitted he didn't know who I was, either, til I spoke to the butcher. I evidently have a distinctive voice. And I've lost the seventy-five pounds that he gained. I'm pretty sure I was pregnant when I had him in class. Anyway, he hugged me, told me I looked great, played with my son for a minute, told me I should come to the games, and left.
I am officially a dirty old woman. I was checking out a little boy! Yeah, he's 24 NOW, but he was seventeen when I knew him. *sigh* I'm old.
Going to the cabin with friends this weekend... should be all kinds of fun. Everyone have a great weekend!